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A Different Man

.Reading time 12 minutes.

“Are you ready?” The Security Guard asked.

“Are you?” The Old Man replied with a lifted brow.

The Guard nodded.

“I’m gonna be hauling ass out there,” The Old Man stated. “You make sure you get everyone out the door as soon as I pull up. I’ll honk the horn. I don’t wanna be out there with God-knows-what with my thumb up my ass.”

“Hey! Language.” The Lady smacked The Old Man in the shoulder, then pointed to the Young Girl cowering in the corner.

“Will you guys keep it down?” the Businessman whispered, damn near louder than they were talking. “They’ll hear you.” Read More

Happy Anniversary!

.Reading time 6 minutes.

Happy Anniversary with WordPress.com! is the notification I received over the weekend. Anniversary? What Anniversary? 8 year anniversary – since I’ve joined WordPress. Yikes. Hadn’t realized it’d been that long, seeing that I’ve only been really active since January 2019. But I won’t argue with it. If it’s been 8 years, it’s been 8 years. Read More

Writing Prompts: Sci-Fi

.Reading time 3 minutes.

Science Fiction Clichés

A few times a month, I’ll explore some of my more ambitious story ideas with a short story. Genres I’ve never written before with plotlines and characters that are way out of my league. But this is why I write them, to develop my skill. Read More

I am The Terror

.Reading time 10 minutes.

“It’s the only way to honor their names. The only way to show the world what he truly is. This is not about you. It is about them and the many other innocents who died because of these abominations. He, and everyone like him, is a disgrace to the human race. Everyone won’t see that now, but they will…they will.
“You must bring terror to him and those alike before there is peace. And NOW is the time to do it. They will call you a killer, a monster, but if it is to save the future of humanity, so be it.
“Now, get out of the car, and do it.” Read More

Rinse, Revenge & Repeat

.Reading time 28 minutes.

To whom it may concern,

My name is Ashley Kirk and my mother killed me.
I guess it began when Jordan passed. Mom and Will had date night and I had to babysit. I was twelve, he was four. Wasn’t that hard to watch him, and it wasn’t the first time. But it was the last.
I had a pizza in the oven for us, and I went down to check on it so I wouldn’t burn the house down, but when I returned, Jordan had drowned.
I hadn’t spoken a word since, and that’s when she started to hate me.
Six months later, we’re here. In this dump hole in the middle of nowhere, and I swear to God, this place has changed her. She was already a dick towards me, but now she is evil. That is not my mother. I mean, she always blamed me for Jordan. Never said it, but I heard it in her tone, saw it in her eyes, everyday for six months. But this……. THIS! If this is really my mom. I guess this is her revenge.
So, this is my plea.
If anyone ever gets this, tell my mother that I am sorry for Jordan, and that I forgive her for doing this. Read More

Fanatic

.Reading time 8 minutes.

*Beep *Beep

“Oh, my God. Come on,” he yelled at the station wagon driving the speed limit.

When the old car moved out of the lane, the old driver gave him the finger as he sped past her. He apologized to the elderly lady with a wave, but laughed at her insult and continued on his way; bullying cars, switching lanes with no signal, swerving, speeding… Where’s a cop when you need one?

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